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Miles Tanner hates me for no reason.

Me-lovable, easygoing, sexy-as-hell Dax Armstrong, always there when a fellow fratbro needs a hand...or if that fratbro would like to enjoy more than just my hand...

Miles is the broody artist-type who just got off probation for starting the fire at Sigma Alpha.

Basically, a walking red flag.

But for a guy who's always looking to start a fight with me, I can't wrap my mind around a night when I was a little too tipsy and he helped me back to Alpha Theta Mu.

Since then, he's hot and cold. One minute he's telling me to stay away from him. The next, he moves in for a touch.

Or a kiss.

In these unguarded moments, all those problematic, confusing red flags fade to the background.

Maybe he's right and I shouldn't mess with him, but for frat's sake...where's the fun in that?

CW: Discussions about losing parents (one to suicide and another to a car accident) and depictions of parental neglect.